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Tangled Threads - A Story of Pirates	By : KiwiGirl Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty Nine - Secrets Told

Bella sat at the mirror, but she was not studying her reflection she was
watching Will, he was sitting in that damned chair, reading again. Turning
pages anyway, he kept glancing up at her, to quickly look away if their eyes
met, just as she looked away when he caught her watching him. She sighed and
pulled her hair back, away from her face, neither of them had slept much last
night, of that she was sure. She should not have said what she did to Will, but
thinking before speaking had never been one of her strengths, and she had been
hurt, feeling rejected by the first man that she had really wanted, and after
rejection there had been anger. He had listened, without speaking, no
expression on his face and that had only made her angrier, and she had ended
her outburst telling him that he needed to live his life, that he should just
be William Turner, not the person that he felt everyone wanted him to be, not
Elizabeth or Jack or Selena or her or anybody else.

And then he had spoken, asking if she thought that it was acceptable to break
promises. She had no answer for that, because it was not but she had said that
she thought that Will was reading more into his promise to Jack than Jack would
ever have intended. He had laughed a hollow laugh, asking if she really thought
that Jack would think that any man was worthy of his sister. I am not expecting
you to marry me Will had been her tart response, before she stalked off behind the
screen to wipe away angry tears. She was not stupid, she may be rather na�ve
about some things, but she knew the ways of pirates.

They had not spoken after that, Will had been in his blankets his back to her
when she had returned and she had slipped quietly into her own bed. To lie and
stare at the ceiling and wonder what the hell was happening to her, why did she
feel so empty, she should be feeling scared about the morning, or even still
angry at Will but she had just felt very alone, miserable and alone.

She was ready when the knock came at the door, ready when it opened and Jones
looked at her. He nodded his approval of the dress that she wore, her hair
pinned back, appearances seemed somehow important today.

�You look very nice Isabella.�

�Thank you� she managed to keep her voice steady, though her stomach roiled.

�Your clothes� he placed a neatly folded pile on the chair by the door, nodding
to Will who watched from the corner of the room.

�My master is waiting for you in the library, if you will follow me�

Bella nodded and stepped forward, squaring her shoulders. She was ready. She
was aware of movement and then Will was standing beside her, not looking at her
but watching Jones.

�I am afraid that he only asked to see Isabella, you must stay here William.�

�Well then he must come to us, Bella is under my care. I made a promise to her
brother to take care of her.�

Bella flinched at the word, but no one seemed to notice her reaction, they
appeared to be having some long conversation with their eyes.

�I see� Jones said at last, he seemed to be considering something, he looked at
the floor for a long time before giving a ghost of a smile �well come along
then, I understand what it is to do one�s duty.�

They clattered down the stairs, following Jones, the guards following them.

�You have a brother Isabella, I was not aware of that. What is his name?�

�Jack, Jack Sparrow.�

�Jack Sparrow is your brother� Jones had stopped he had a glint in his eye
�well, well so how is Jack?�

�You know Jack� Will�s voice was urgent. �How do you know Jack?�

�I know Jack, from many years ago William, many many years, of course he was
just a lad last time I saw him. I hear that he got the Pearl back.�

�Aye� Will�s voice was cautious, there seemed to be much more to Jones than met
the eye. �He did.�

�Here� Jones opened a heavy door; the room with the books that they had seen
the previous day was light and airy. A tall man stood at the window, his back
to them.

�My Lord.�

At Jones� voice he turned, he had a hard face, lines of discontent marring what
would have once been handsome features, there was a sardonic smile on his face
until he looked at Bella, he went pale, one hand reached for his throat.

�Therese�.� The name slipped from his lips, he stared, the glass in his hand
shaking, golden liquid spilling to the floor.

�My Lord Carlos this is Isabella� Jones drew her forward so that the sun
illuminated her face, his eyes fixed on those of the man he called master.

�Leave us� the word were spat out, a harsh whisper; Jones bowed and left the
room closing the door quietly.

�Isabella�.you look� the man swallowed and continued, �like your mother. They
told me that you did but I thought that they were exaggerating, wanting the
gold, wanting me to be eager to see you, eager enough to pay more.� He was not
really talking to her, he seemed to have not even noticed Will, William Turner
who leaned against the wall a small frown between his eyes as he watched and
waited.

�You knew my mother?� Bella�s voice was very quiet and she clutched the back of
a red velvet chair.

�Your mother and your father, yes I knew them.� He raised his eyes to look at
her, giving a bitter laugh �they were a handsome couple, the talk of Spain, the beautiful
French noblewoman, who visited our fair city and fell in love with our lands
but also one of our sons.� He whirled now and his face was bitter, �she was
meant to love me�not Raoul.�

�Raoul and Therese� Bella breathed the names, her father and her mother. At
last she knew.

�Raoul, yes beautiful, perfect Raoul, she did love me until she saw him�.I know
that she did. But Raoul always got what he wanted and he got her.�

�Where are they?�

�Surely you must know Isabella; your parents are dead, years dead. Your father
was killed in a duel, most unfortunate that he turned away when he did; your
mother fell from a window, grief stricken they said..they said that she lost
her mind and jumped to her death.� he had a twisted smile on his face and he
took a sip from the glass, his hand steady now.

�You killed them� the words were a harsh accusation as she watched eyes that
would not meet hers. �You killed my parents and now you are going to kill me.�

�Kill you, now why would I do that? After I have gone to all the trouble to
bring you here?� he was watching her like a cat would watch a mouse, gauging
what she was likely to do next. �Perhaps things have worked out for the best
Isabella, I did spend many years searching for you, but your mother was clever,
sending you away with just a maid for company. My men were not expecting that,
they were not looking for a serving woman with a child. So they let you escape
that ship, soft hearted idiots.�

�So what do you want of me then?�

�So like your mother�� the words murmured as he turned to fill his glass �Your
grandfather has something that I want, I know that he too has searched for
you.�

�So I am leverage then�

�Something like that�� finally he seemed to notice Will �who is your companion?
I was told that you could not speak Spanish, that this
man was to translate, who is he?�

�He is William my brother�s first mate..�

�Your brother, the pirate Jack Sparrow, I have heard of him. I find it strange
that you would not speak the language of your birth. Sparrow speaks our
language well; I have seen him telling stories in taverns.� He looked at her
his eyes boring into her face, watching her eyes �so you do speak it�.you are
your mother�s child, your eyes will always betray you. So what is he here for
then, some sort of gesture by Sparrow I suppose, that he has some power here.
Fool, he has no sway.�

�When will you release us?�

�That my sweet Isabella is yet to be decided� he stepped forward to run a
finger down her cheek, his face close to hers, his breath sour as he spoke very
softly, words that only she could hear �your mother spat in my face, told me to
take my hands from her�insolent French bitch, and then she spread her legs for
my cousin.� Spittle was hitting her cheeks with every word �I find myself
tempted to take what she refused me. It would be like possessing her�does that
frighten you?�

Never show fear, Jack�s voice spoke in her head and she raised her head to look
into Carlos� eyes, �I am not my mother, I am Isabella Sparrow and I have killed
better men than you.�

He laughed, a hard bitter laugh and it was then that she saw the madness in his
eyes, then that she knew that once he got what he wanted he would not release
them. He intended to kill them.
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